High light was really stressed—where was Chen Yuting? How could he possibly attend to guests when he was so preoccupied? Though he valued his business, right now, his mind simply wasn’t on making profits. Man, the senior manager had gone, then the junior manager, the second junior manager, the third junior manager—now even the senior manager is completely alone. The entire household staff has been scattered, and the core team hasn’t even been organized yet! "Where are they? Where are they?" High light seemed momentarily lost in his words. "Who are you referring to, Mr. Gao?" asked the manager. High light didn’t want to speak—he just shouted at him, "This is just a small matter! Don’t bother me with this anymore! If you keep doing it, you won’t come back tomorrow!" The manager had never seen High light so furious—he immediately apologized and hurried off, as if fleeing. Then he rushed to the kitchen and said to the head chef, "You guys just hold on a bit!" But the head chef looked hesitant and replied, "I can certainly prepare this dish, but it won’t be authentic." The manager, eager to make a good impression, issued the order: "Just try it once—take a risk, after all, that customer is a major one!" The head chef could only nod in agreement; after all, the manager was his superior, and as a subordinate, he had no choice but to comply. The guest was a Chinese expatriate, radiant and energetic. At the enthusiastic invitation of a middle-aged man, he tasted the soup with a spoon. The middle-aged man was confident, expecting the expatriate to rise and praise it. Yet, to his surprise, the expatriate furrowed his brow. Immediately, the middle-aged man took a sip himself—wow! What a different flavor! He was instantly furious and shouted to a server, "Who prepared this? It's completely different from the taste I had yesterday!" The young server was now flustered. Management rushed over, repeatedly apologizing, and offered to waive the cost of the dish. Yet, the middle-aged man remained unconvinced. This wasn't merely a matter of cost—it was about his reputation among the expatriate. That reputation was priceless. Though the expatriate said it was all right, a sense of disappointment lingered in his expression. "Call the manager here!" the middle-aged man demanded, his tone firm—clearly someone of stature and influence. The manager looked puzzled and said, "Our manager has already resigned! She's gone!" "Regardless, as long as the manager is absent, you're fully responsible for this matter!" The middle-aged man replied, "If you don't serve our most authentic version of 'Flourishing Harmony and Peace,' you'll be closing the restaurant!" The manager was stunned—never had she encountered such a turn of events. Gao Liang and his three close friends arrived, calm and composed. Upon learning the situation, he promptly apologized to the middle-aged man—firm, yet respectful. After all, the guests had come specifically seeking the authentic dish, and the hotel's failure to deliver was a clear lapse in service. To restore the hotel's reputation and image, Gao Liang immediately issued an implicit directive: he mobilized all chefs in the kitchen, even some staff members with culinary skills, and every employee who could contribute. Anyone capable of preparing the dish was encouraged to step forward and deliver it with dedication. Should they succeed, they would be rewarded generously! If it's not done well, then it's an opportunity to learn. Huangdao is exceptionally open-minded, and now is not the time to debate who's right and who's wrong—it's time to act swiftly and resolve issues. Huangdao sincerely invited the middle-aged professional and the overseas Chinese guests to a more upscale lounge suite, fully equipped with free tea and snacks, saying that within just half an hour, the most authentic version of "Flowers Prosper, Moon Shines, People Are Peaceful" would be served. The middle-aged professional and the overseas Chinese guests were reassured by Huangdao's steady demeanor. Over the following thirty minutes, Huangdao, together with the management team, his three close friends, and several staff members, collectively brainstormed and worked hard to figure out how to prepare the most authentic version of the dish. Gaoliang had a bold idea—innovation. He gathered everyone’s input and suggestions, and developed a new version of the dish "Flowers in Full Bloom, Peace and Harmony for the People." After tasting it himself, he realized that while the dish was refreshing and pleasant, it still lacked depth and lingering aftertaste—much like a beverage that is enjoyable at first but fails to leave a lasting impression. At this moment, Gaoliang’s advanced handheld computer proved invaluable. With its vast database, combining online research and real-world experience, he personally crafted the refined version of the dish. Meanwhile, other staff members presented their respective dishes. The middle-aged guests and overseas Chinese had been waiting for nearly half an hour when the door to the VIP room was gently opened. Thirty male and female staff members each carried their homemade dishes, while one beautiful server, holding a bright, gleaming dish, remained reserved—highly reluctant to step forward. He simply wanted to observe from the sidelines, wondering which of the carefully curated dishes was truly the best. The middle-aged man and the overseas Chinese guests were genuinely surprised, especially delighted by the abundance of dishes themed around "harmony, prosperity, and well-being." The overseas Chinese guests, in particular, expressed enthusiasm, saying, "Now I can truly taste the essence of these dishes!" Indeed, after sampling each dish, both the middle-aged man and the overseas Chinese guests each selected one dish that embodied the theme of "harmony, prosperity, and well-being." "Excellent! This one is excellent! I've decided on it!" they both praised their chosen dishes. "Big Brother! Big Brother! Congratulations! The dish you prepared has been chosen by the overseas Chinese guests! Truly unexpected—Big Brother has become a culinary master! Haha! It seems we three friends will now have to follow Big Brother and learn how to cook!" one of the three longtime friends, Fuzhou Deng, exclaimed to High Light. Wu, the awkward, soft-spoken, and cheerful guy, was dancing and clapping with excitement. But Gao Liang asked, "Who made that dish? You immediately go and find out!" As soon as Gao Liang spoke, his three friends sprang into action. Finally, they reported, "Boss, we checked. The female server who brought the dish said it wasn't her who made it!" Gao Liang was anxious, so he immediately went to the server and asked her directly, "Tell me quickly! Who actually made this dish? Hurry up!" The server cried, looking straight at Gao Liang, "This was the very last dish she prepared before leaving. She instructed me to serve it only at the crucial moment! Under no circumstances should we tarnish the reputation of Mengzhu Hotel!" Gao Liang was deeply moved and began追问 the server with frantic energy, "Quick! Where did she go? Are you her close friend? Did she tell you?" "Finally, the female server, her voice trembling, said, 'Mr. Gao, I originally didn't want to tell you the truth. But seeing how urgently you're concerned and how much you care about Manager Chen, I had no choice but to share the full story!' She kept weeping as she revealed a situation that felt like the sky had fallen. Mr. Gao was nearly overcome with shock and immediately shouted at his three close friends, 'What are you all waiting for? Go! Go! Find her! Find her! Especially all the hospitals in Jingzhou—don't miss a single one! I need to find her!' As soon as Mr. Gao spoke, his three friends led the brothers from Fenghuo Hall off to various hospitals, not missing any, even the smaller clinics nearby. For Mr. Gao had issued a firm command: unless he found the third lady of the house, no one was to return. Gao Liang sat in Chen Yuting's general manager's office and, casually, noticed something on her desk—a journal. Unfortunately, the journal had a password lock, but that didn't pose a challenge for Gao Liang, as he possessed the ability of "Jinglin Eye," allowing him to see the password clearly. He quickly entered the digits "520168," a homophonic expression of "I love you all the way," which he found particularly interesting. "Haha!" he thought. Chen Yuting even chose a password with good intentions—something people naturally do. Gao Liang swiftly opened the journal and found a note on the first page: "Gao Liang! I wanted to tell you something! You've always been the first and the last in my heart. Unfortunately, I suffer from a chronic illness that hasn't yet been cured. In fact, this illness was expected to be fully resolved six months ago."